Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 141: Eat New Year’s Eve dinner together

Song Jinan blushed and did not answer.

Song's mother was not in a hurry to ask her, after all, she would see him soon.

Song Jinan was restless, staring at the screen of his mobile phone. Suddenly, the screen lit up: [I'm here.]

He held it in front of his phone and replied almost immediately: [Building 5, 16-8]

【it is good. 】

The down jacket was not light, and it was difficult for Chi Feiwan, who was so small, to carry it.

She walked and stopped all the time. It would have taken her ten minutes to reach Song Jinan's house, which would have taken her two minutes.

When she thought about having to take her third brother's down jacket back soon, her eyes darkened.

As the doorbell rang, Song Jinan stood up and walked to the door as quickly as possible.

When the door was pushed open, Chi Feiwan was seen wearing a turtleneck sweater, a beige down jacket, dark blue wide-leg pants, and a pair of beige thick-soled boots. He looked simple yet tasteful.

Familiar scene, familiar heartbeat.

Chi Feiwan held the bag tightly, pursed his lips and said, "Can I go in?"

Song Jinan was stunned, but Chi Feiwan's voice brought him back to his senses.

"of course."

Song Jinan took the pocket from Chi Feiwan's hand and took out the down jacket inside. The label on the back of the neck was proof that the two down jackets were not from the same brand.

"Just sit on the sofa for a while, I'll get it for you."

Song's mother was not in the living room, but after hearing the noise, she no longer wanted to go out.

This was the first time Chi Feiwan met Song Jinan's mother.

As Song Jinan said, this lady who has suffered from illness still cannot hide her optimism. Although the years have left traces on her face, her slightly upturned mouth and warm smile reveal her graceful and charming charm when she was young.

It seems that time has not completely deprived her of her beauty, but has instead imprinted that unique charm deep in her soul.

Chi Feiwan nodded, a faint smile on her lips, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Chi Feiwan, and I'm Song Jinan's friend."

Like Song Jinan, Song's mother often had a smile on her face and looked very gentle. "Is your Fei Wan from Sang Yu Fei Wan?"

Once someone's name contains the words "桑玉" or "非晚", many people will think of the poem: 桑玉非晚.

Chi Feiwan nodded.

"What a nice name." Song's mother said with a smile.

Mother Song sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat next to her, "Child, come sit next to me."

It didn't take a lot of time to get the down jacket. When Song Jinan came out with the down jacket, he saw Chi Feiwan sitting next to his mother. Song's mother's wrinkled hands held Chi Feiwan's hands.

"How did you and my son meet?"

Why is this question a bit like asking a daughter-in-law?

"Mom, why are you asking this?" Song Jinan couldn't help blushing, he lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

"Isn't this a very common question?"

Song's mother didn't think there was anything wrong with this question.

Just the person being asked is of the opposite sex.

Chi Feiwan didn't think it was a big deal. After all, she and Song Jinan were innocent. "I often go to the bookstore to buy books."

“We are studying in the same school again.”

Song's mother smiled and said, "Then you got to know each other?"

Chi Feiwan nodded shyly.

Song's mother found that once she delved into their relationship, they would blush.

Song Jinan and Chi Feiwan are both extremely shy people.

"What grade are you in now?" Song's mother asked.

"First year of high school." Chi Feiwan answered obediently.

"These are your third brother's clothes." Song Jinan interrupted Song's mother who was about to speak.

The down jacket was so big that Chi Feiwan almost held it in her arms. She stood up and said to Song's mother, "Auntie, I'm leaving first."

Gossip is human nature, no matter what age group.

"This dress looks quite big. Is it yours?"

Chi Feiwan shook his head, but saw the expression on Song Jinan's face, which showed a hint of doubt.

Mother Song narrowed her eyes, glanced at Song Jinan, and smiled at Chi Feiwan, "Whose dress is this?"

Chi Feiwan had no idea that Song Jinan had lied to Song's mother.

"My third brother's." Chi Feiwan has been in Beijing for many years, and his accent has become like that of a local. It is hard to tell that Chi Feiwan is not from Beijing.

Song Jinan held her forehead helplessly, "Mom, if you keep asking, you'll almost find out all the family background."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Song's mother's eyes lit up, "Fei Wan, stay for dinner. Today is the Spring Festival."

Chi Feiwan was stunned. She looked at Song's mother blankly. Song's mother smiled at her, and that smile was like a ladder out of the abyss.

It has been a long time since Chi Feiwan celebrated the Spring Festival, and he has long forgotten what it feels like to sit down and have a meal with his family.

"An An, go and prepare the kitchen." Song Jinan was naturally happy.

But Chi Feiwan stood there in a daze. She wanted to refuse, but there was another voice in her heart telling her: Chi Feiwan, you haven't celebrated the Spring Festival in so many years, aren't you looking forward to it this time?

There came another sound.

What are you longing for? It's been like this for many years. I'm used to it, okay? Do you need to consider her?

Two completely different voices were fighting in Chi Feiwan's mind.

People want what they desire.

She always eats alone during the Spring Festival and is eager to celebrate the festival.

Everyone wanted to celebrate the Spring Festival happily, but Chi Feiwan could only spend this festive holiday alone. In the cold winter, he watched other people's houses lit up with lights and laughter, but he was alone.

It feels like being forgotten by the whole world, making people feel helpless and lost.

Although she was used to being helpless.

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The table is full of mouth-watering delicacies, with the flavors of various delicacies intertwined together. Traditional delicacies such as steamed sea bass, braised pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, stir-fried shrimps, etc. are fragrant and appetizing.

This was the best meal Chi Feiwan had had in so many Spring Festivals.

Some of the dishes were cooked by Song’s mother.

Since she fell ill, Song's mother rarely went into the kitchen.

Song Jinan passed a piece of steamed sea bass to Song's mother, and then passed it to Chi Feiwan: "I know you like to eat clear soup, so most of the dishes on the table are light."

Chi Feiwan was very surprised that someone could remember his taste.

Unlike my closest relatives, I don’t even know that I like to eat light-flavored dishes.

Song's mother was also picking up some food for Chi Feiwan. The curtains were not drawn, and the sun was still shining brightly outside the window. "What a pity, it's not night time, so we can't watch the fireworks together."

There was a bit too much food in Chi Feiwan’s bowl, but she didn’t refuse.

She chewed slowly, not wanting to reject their kindness. "The fireworks in the city are fleeting. I still prefer to have a reunion dinner with my family."